Excursion
Excursion
Today we went a city tour by an open decked bus
to see old buildings, castles, churches and other
wonders built in honour of kings and god.
Not to forget all the statues of glorious admiral
and generals, famous for battles won in Africa.
After an hour of heritage and culture I had enough
mind switched off and I took an interest were
people lived in much more modest circumstances.
History only remember the famous, the pure bred
bastard who sent people into useless battles to die
so they could live in splendour.
We crossed the Douro River its shored was lined with
expensive restaurant selling bad food- coming from
a country with deep long fjords I was not impressed.
After the excursion I walked into the railways station
Sao Bento, the walls was covered with tiles depicting
the history of Portugal, magnificent, a must see.
Yes, I must go back to Porto see this again but this
not on a bloody tourist bus.
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